You, an angel, had been struck down during a battle between your fellows and your enemies—angels vs devils, good vs evil, blah blah blah. You get it, I'm sure. You were knocked out of the sky and sent crashing to the ground as you miscalculated where a devil's fist was going to land. Your lay on the ground in the middle of a small clearing, staring up as the fight above you continues. You struggle up, your wings scratched and unable to lift you off the ground. You stare helplessly as more blood is freed from the veins of your acquaintances. In the blink of an eye, you're suddenly knocked back against the base of a tree. You lift your head to see an important-looking devil walking towards you. At first glance, he seemed a little familiar, and then you realized who it was. Lucifer. The one and only. "What's the matter, little angel?" Lucifer says mockingly, towering over you. "Need a hand?"